Your fetish as a teenager

[Guest]

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I was very active with my fetish as a teenager. Started way before those years but continued right on through them! I did have my aunt who punished me before my teenage years by making me watch as she busted all my balloons by sit popping and said she enjoyed it and she thought it was a lot of fun. This was also the period in which I did a lot of the balloon busting with my stepmom.
I busted them near about daily and a lot of the time I would convince her to pop at least a few. She was the first to be completely accepting of me busting balloons and not judge me. She was also the first to actually join me and bust them with me and encourage me. She would help inflate the balloons sometimes and said she saw no issue with it bc we weren't hurting anyone or anything and I shouldn't be ashamed of something fun I enjoyed. She said she found it to be fun herself. It was a lot of fun to have someone to bust them with and talk about it with etc. I would do most of my busting in the living room and usually she would join me. I'm not sure how she didn't notice that I was aroused by all the balloon busting bc I always wore shorts and the shortest shorts I could find bc I loved feeling the latex against my skin. I enjoyed both sitting on and busting the balloons and watching her do the same. She was very vocal whether she was laughing and commenting about her busting the balloons or whether she was cheering me on. She would say things like come on you got it, keep going, keep bouncing, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce your butt on it, come on bounce harder, it's about to bust, don't give up, yea you got it good job. Or she would say things like ok watch me now, let's see how many bounces it takes me to bust them, you know they won't survive under me, so much fun, you never know when they will bust. Sometimes we had balloon races to see who could bust them the fastest by quickly sit popping them, sometimes we would bat them around to one another and bust them with our nails, sometimes we took turns telling each other how to bust each one and cheering each other on. Also during this time I told my first serious girlfriend about my fetish and my history with it. She surprisingly was willing to try it and she enjoyed it. She said she enjoyed it quite a bit and was even able to get herself off by humping them and grinding against them. It was extremely hot. We shared the experience multiple times most of the time it lead to sex.

[ShredFox]

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Wow, some pretty wild stories pop up in here! I personally didn't have any real chances to play with balloons while I was a teenager, but I've been attracted to balloons, shiny latex and inflatables for as long as I can think. Watching other play with and pop balloons at parties and festivals was scary, but it was the hottest thing I could think of.

[seattlelurker]

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My teenage experience fall into a mix of everything above (other than what appears to be a pretty heavy involvement from other people, I was always alone in my fetish and I'm super jealous of how many of you shared your experiences with others!!). Since the experiences have been so well described above I won't drone on, but hit the similar bullet points:

-Discovery of my fetish coinciding with my first real sexual responses in my very early teens. Very similar-to-many transition of phobia to excitement to arousal, and further exploration of this new feeling of arousal really cemented the fetish in place.

-Like many others above, my fetish involvement really expanded with independence... getting my driving license at 16 and then moving out of the house at 18 really expanded my ability to both engage in balloon play privately, as well as my ability to collect and store balloons to have fun with! As I just wrote in the thread in the "Poppers" section, this also coincided with my beginning to pop balloons very consistently, as I had more freedom (and disposable balloons) to do so.

-I also felt VERY alone in my fetish until discovering some websites (very early Mellyloon! Buster's early years!) in my teen years. It really opened up my mind to the idea that I wasn't alone in my weird fixations, and normalized the fetish quite a bit for me. I can't overstate how important this was for my mental health.

-I've also always had a very split sex life... very vanilla with my girlfriend(s), and then almost exclusively fetish-oriented privately. Like some above, this also was emphasized by a raging teenage sex drive! My first girlfriend and I became sexually active at 16, and I had many nights where we might have sex for a couple of hours straight (a couple of orgasms for me, many for her), and then I would drive her home... and on my way back to my family home, I might still drive out to a secluded area and have another hour or so balloon session on my own and cum once or twice more! As a 40-year old now, that idea tires me out somewhat... but as a horny teenager I was unstoppable!

-I remember fondly moving into my first apartment at 18, and the first time I could order balloons for myself without any worries of discovery. The crazy hard-on from just receiving my first box of packages of balloons, not even open yet, but just knowing the potential and possibilities of what was in that shipment! It was definitely a liberating experience, and I went sort of wild at first just enjoying the freedom.

-I was definitely a bit more adventurous (or stupid), and less considerate. Having less of my own private space made me search out places where I could indulge in my fetish on my own, and often these were either public spaces or private properties that I was trespassing on... but I was so horny I didn't care. I remember late one weekend night blowing to pop balloons at the entrance to an office building in a secluded commercial park. I figured it was a safe place since nobody would be at work at midnight on a weekend. I left balloon shreds sprayed all around entrance, and big spurts of cum on the glass front doors. Same thing a few times more, finding empty houses still being built (with no doors or locks due to the construction). Leaving balloon scraps all over somebody's under-construction bathroom, and semen all over the floor. Now that I'm older I think those were really stupid and inconsiderate things to do, and I can't believe what a jerk I was and that I didn't consider security cameras, or guards, or neighbors investigating the noise... if I had been caught, the repercussions could have been crazy!


Thanks for the chance to reminisce! It's interesting to think about "what we were like" and how that formed how we act today.

[zhilman]

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Oh yeah, as for me, I started liking balloons (not on a sexual basis), at an age of 3 years old. My experience always been as a nonpopper, from my small age till now. When I was little and I’m following my parents to supermarket, I’ll always ask them to buy a packet of around 12” balloons. (That’s what available easily at all supermarkets in Malaysia). At that time, I love to stuff the balloon in my clothes, making it look like I’m a pregnant woman. Haha. At the age of 10, I started to have this weird habit, where I always press and rubbed my inflated balloon on my dick, to indicate that it is my balloon. This goes on till the age of 15 yrs old.

At 15 yrs old, around 2 yrs after my puberty, I started playing balloon in a sexual way, which is I inflate a balloon, rubbed it against my body, and fap till cum. At the age of 18 yrs old, I found balloondirectory.com website, where I downloaded and watched many of the guys there inflating balloons. (I started identified myself as gay at 15 yrs old). That time, I wonder, where to get those big balloons that they played? I searched and searched, found a Malaysian shop that sells bigger than 12” balloons. But I’m not familiar with buying online, thus I’m not purchasing it. I searched for a physical shop, luckily I found a shop that is around 10 km from my house. Since then I got to play with 18” and 3ft balloons. They have always became my balloon source (I said I am a party planner when I bought balloons from them, haha).

Later, I got to see geo donut balloon, and how they fuck it. So, I’m determined to buy it, thus buying it at the online shop. But at that time, I’m useless in inflating it. Thus I cannot enjoy it. But as the time goes, I watched vids on youtube, I eager to try inflating those geo balloons. Thus, I bought geo blossom, and try inflated them. It was a success. But I felt my dick was not long enough to penetrate the hole, thus I just rubbed it against my chest. It was goodd!

Later, I learnt how to prolong my penis enough to enjoy the hole, and thus I can enjoy the balloon till now. Now geo donut have became my 2nd favourite balloon after GL700. Now, I have found how to buy a GL and dolls, which I bought from balloonace.com, thus I can enjoy them now. GL700 has became my most favourite balloon, and now, I sometimes had my halloon sessions on the bed, with some lube and some good gay porn to watch. Before this I always relieve myself in the bathroom only hehe. Hope you guys enjoy reading my balloon adventure.

For those who like to see my balloon collection, you guys can follow me on instagram. Just search zhilman_0403. Thanks for reading!

[aron_crow]

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I'm wondering, since having just turned 18, how the members on this board grew up with the fetish as a teenager, and whether you were genuinely active in it, or you had a relative growing up who was also a looner (or any partners who accepted/adopted your fetish). I'll give you mine (although most of you know it by now)

I started properly looning at about 15, when I walked in on my cousin (who was 16 at this time) naked riding a 36 inch balloon in her bedroom. She notices that my boner springs out almost instantly, and I ask if she has a balloon fetish (I knew I had one for years at this point). She then says she does, and I ask if I can do balloon play with her, and says that I can. She puts her bra back on and then goes to her cupboard to show me her stash, consisting of heaps of Qualatex rounds ranging from 11" to 36" (she worked at a party shop and still does). That day, I had heaps of fun doing ride to pops, blowing 36 inchers over her body and indulging in the fetish for the first time ever. To this day, whenever I come over, we still do balloon play and the last time I was there, she brought 2 of her looner friends (both girls) for her birthday, and we went to a hotel room with hundreds of big balloons (a day-long looner session).


About a month ago, I finally got a girlfriend, after weeks of us developing a crush on each other. Two weeks into our relationship, we slept together in bed for the first time, and just magically she managed to ask if I had any fetishes or not. I thought I was caught, and I thought about lying that I didn't have any, but I ultimately confessed I liked balloons. As I noticed over the years we knew each other she is really childish with teddy bears, balloons and other things, so she noticed I was scared and replied "X, it's only balloons! Tell me more about it!"
I sighed in relief that she was fine with me having a balloon fetish, so I casually talked more about the fetish, such as balloon sizes and the legend of the Q24. After sleeping and going home the next morning, I rung up my looner cousin mentioned earlier (who works in a party shop, conveniently the top Qtex distributor in Sydney) and asked if the shop still had Q24's in stock. Luckily enough, there was plenty, and there were leftover crystals too, so I drove the full hour to get a handful of Q24's and Q16's in her favourite red, orange, black and white, as well as my personal favourites crystal black, crystal green and crystal pink. A week later, we had our first play session, where I brought a heap of balloons and we played with them. I managed to cum after she blew up a Q24 inside a sleeping bag with both of us inside. She got so into it, that she ended up stripping down naked and started humping the only Q36 I brought.

Descriptive, but this is only a handful of what I have to say.

Wow! Just wow!

[MelbourneLooner]

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Amazingly sexy stories! You are so fortunate to not only know fellow female looners but also accidentally bump into them in the act. Have you introduced your cousin and her friends to the group? Do they want to meet other looners?

For me my first experience was accidental but much younger. I think I was 7 or 8 and was playing with a large soft balloon and then jumped on it. It felt good, amazing really and before I knew it I was humping away enjoying the feeling. I could feel something build up and had my first orgasm, I was too young so it was a dry one. I was instantly addicted and started using balloons almost every day after that.

[SusieDK]

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Hi,

During most of my teens the "sexual part of balloons" was a highly private and secret thing. I would blow up balloons when I was all alone in the house or go to a desolate place in the nearby forest. I was highly embarrassed by my feelings, and I was sure that I was completely weird. Need I say that I was also sure "I was the only one" that so many of you have also thought?
However no matter what I could not stay away from balloons - the urge was far to immense.

What I did with them was very simple: I just blew them up as big as I dared to. Each and every time it was my intention to keep blowing until the balloon exploded, but often the turn on got the better of me (maybe helped along by anxiety), and I would "finish things" before the balloon popped. After having done this my courage would greatly decrease and I would either just let the air out or (in brave moments) pop the balloon with my nails. As time went by I became braver, and I more and more often managed to keep blowing and sort of let the adrenalin kick of the balloon exploding in my face sort of finish me off.

I did not experience having balloons in love life before after my teens, - so during my teens it was a solo thing. Sorry to not have had such an exciting 'balloon life' at that time.

Thank you for reading my posting.

Sincerely
Susie

[Asclepio]

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Like many here, in my teenage years the fetish I have was just beginning to emerge as a large part of my sexuality.
Between having discovered masturbation and living in a city where getting the full range of UNIQUE balloons was as easy as going to the local store and buying them at a low price ...... you can already conclude that mixing my sexual awakening with balloons it was extremely easy.
Primarily I used small balloons like the 12 "ones, little by little I was discovering new sizes, I remember perfectly that before using the 16" ones I first saw the 29 "ones that were extremely popular among the sellers of the elementary schools in my country. Living in my parents' house it was difficult to inflate a 29-inch balloon discreetly, I always considered myself a good blower and I could inflate them relatively quickly, half an hour of solitude was enough to admire a well-inflated 29-inch balloon.
However, that click between a balloon and complete sexual arousal did not come until after a few years (probably between the ages of 13-14), when on a Halloween a store near my home put up decorations typical of that holiday, among they inflated some promotional balloons of the number 16 "(black and orange), what a surprise it was for me to see that there was a balloon inflated to that size in" daily life ".
I didn't think twice and ran to buy 3 black balloons and 3 orange balloons.
That afternoon of October 31 is the day on which I consider that my sexual click for the balloons began in a much more intense way.
I remember going into my room and finding myself alone for some reason, I immediately took out a black size 16 "balloon and began to blow almost compulsively. In those years my knowledge about average sizes and limits of a balloon was quite scarce, so eventually the neck began to inflate in a sublime way, I knew almost nothing about the properties of that balloon and much less the meaning of a well inflated neck. I stopped to contemplate the huge balloon that I had in front of me, and my penis began to get much harder than usual, in my ignorance and ecstasy I believed that the balloon still had much more space and without thinking I put that balloon in my mouth and began to blow again. Some 5-10 more breaths must have passed, and soon BOOOOOM, the first b2p I did in my life.
I was confused, but at the same time extremely excited and eager to repeat the experience again.
Eventually I discovered that my climax or greatest excitement does not come from the explosion, rather it comes from how close I can bring the balloon to its limit point. That fine line between the biggest size and the explosion is what drives me crazy.
And well, that's a brief history of what marked my years as a looner in adolescence, I definitely thank this fetish for many great moments, and I think it helped a lot to exploit my sexuality even more.

[Guest]

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Seems like many of you also have quite an impressive background with balloons from your younger days. I myself had so many balloon busting sessions, as we now call them, that I could not begin to count or recall every one. From all the popping I did before realizing they aroused me to getting caught, to having to watch them be busted as a punishment, to the busting with my stepmother, to busting them with friends, busting them at school field days in relay races busting them at birthday parties and after. There was one occurrence as a teenager when I went to spend the night at my mother's. I had bought many bags of 12" and 9" balloons and brought with me. I don't quite recall how the topic came up or the exact discussion we had prior. I don't know if she had had a conversation with my stepmother and something had been mentioned between them about all of the balloon popping I did there or what. I remember telling her I had bought and brought several bags with me and talking about how much fun they were to pop. I remember her saying that I had always enjoyed them ever since I was a little kid no matter what and that she too thought they were fun to pop and there wasn't anything wrong with it. I remember her saying if you really brought them we should blow them all up and have fun with them. That night we wound up inflating them all. I'd say we probably wound up with a good 300 balloons at least maybe more. The floor of her living room was completely covered and they were on the couches and chairs. I had even filled the shower/tub and bathroom with many of them. After inflating them all I changed into a pair of shorts grabbed my cigarettes and we both commenced to batting them around, running through them and kicking them around. Then we both commenced to popping them. We sat and bounced on them, squeeze popped them, stomped them, batted them towards each other in which case we would bust them with our cigarettes. We cheered eachother on throughout the whole ordeal. Come on, go go go, bounce harder, keep bouncing, don't give up, pop it, pop it, pop it! Come on you can bounce harder than that! Here here's another! Pop it with your booty! Show that balloon who's boss! Squeeze it with your nails! Much of the popping was done very quickly with lots of laughing and cutting up. There were times when we slowed down and would slowly sit on the balloons and make the necks stretch out from under us and slowly bounce to see just how much they could stretch. There were several times I twisted a bunch together and made clusters and stacked them up then sat on them and popped them with my cigarette. We did the traditional sit pop race and took turns just watching eachother pop balloons laughing and cheering eachother on. After busting a good bit of the balloons we stopped to take a break. I myself went and took a shower and privately enjoyed a good portion of the balloons I had placed in the shower. As I was doing so I could hear some of the balloons being busted in the living room so I quickly finished my shower, dressed and returned to the living room bringing some of the remaining balloons from the bathroom with me. I remember telling my mom no you aren't supposed to start without me and her saying well it sounded like you were having fun popping them in the shower so I thought I would have a little fun too. I said no mom you know I hate them being busted when I can't be part of the fun. She said well I'm pretty sure we both know what you were doing with all those balloons on the shower besides popping them. I was embarrassed and turned beet red and just tried to blow it off. She said it's ok I won't pick on you. You've always liked balloons since you were a little boy and you like what you like. To each their own. And besides you aren't hurting anyone anyway. She said if it makes you feel any better if you can't tell I think it's fun too. It's all harmless cheap fun and its a good stress reliever. She was sitting on top of what was left of clusters of balloons she had twisted together and stacked on top of each other and was popping them with her cigarette. She said I thought I'd try the idea you had to do this to see if it was any fun. She said go ahead and bring what you have left in here so we can finish popping them all. Don't be embarrassed or ashamed just have fun with it. I still felt somewhat embarrassed but didn't want to let a good fun time or a bunch of balloons go to waste and certainly didn't want to just sit and watch her pop them all. She continued popping the ones underneath her with her cigarette and kept popping away at the others. I quickly gathered the remaining balloons from the bathroom and tossed them into the living room not wanting to miss any of the popping fun. There was lots more laughing and cutting up and being goofy and cheering eachother on. We rolled around on top of and squeezed popped them, sat popped them, stood on them, tossed them up in the air and busted them with our cigarettes. When we were down to the last remaining balloons my mom stopped busting them and told me to finish them off however I wanted. I popped many more mostly sitting and bouncing on them slowly as I was drawing this out as long as I could. She egged me on saying come on finish it, bounce son, bounce on it! Come on I know you can bust them quicker than that! Go go go! Pop them! You can bounce harder than that! Come on I've seen you pop tons of balloons. Finish them off! Pop pop pop! She quickly gathered the last of the balloons and said here I'll place each one on the chair for you and you jump on it and see how fast you can bust them! I got down to the last 3 and told her I wanted to keep them. She agreed but with a quick I bet I know what those are for but ok just make sure you take them to the bathroom comment. So after all of that I did exactly that. I helped clean up and vacuum up all of the mess. It was quite a fun night that I have never forgotten.

[Guest]

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As you may have noticed most of the occurrences I have shared have involved family members. This is because at the time of these occurrences everything occurred at home during my early years and teen years. From just the open playing and popping to being caught beimg aroused by the balloons to being punished and then the acceptance and open balloon popping that occurred.

[loonerlee]

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Started off when I was 9, I had a punch ball balloon, for some reason I'd hump it, after a while I knew I was doing something wrong so I popped it on a bramble Bush in the garden. For years after had very little to do with balloons, but into teenage years I'd buy some use them and immediately pop them by cutting them at the knot. That's how it was for some years until i was 23 and meet my now partner of ten years where we have our own home and privacy